BRIGHT COPPER (Tune: original by MW) Fortune rides on the spin of a coin, Conflicting sides can converge and join, The tale is told, it's stale and old, You sigh and turn away. But vengeance fire marks a path to the light, And men for hire can be hired for the right, Their blades are sold in trade for gold-- They die to earn their pay. Bright copper, fly through the air, You have a gleam and a friendlier hue. Bright copper, why should I care For the worst that these reivers can do? I have comrades I know will prove true. Lives are spent on the word of a whore, To pay the rent, and a little bit more, She yields a name, she feels no shame, We dare not call it sin. For fear or greed, or the hope of release, Lust or need, or a longing for peace, We'd do the same, pursue the game, Forswear it all to win. Bright copper, spun in the dark, Farewell to dream and an end to my fear! Bright copper, sun-gotten spark, At last my true purpose is clear, And all that is needful is here! Bright copper, fee for a crown, Anything more would be payment too small. Bright copper, three shall go down, To answer your clarion call, And all who oppose us shall fall, shall fall, All who oppose us shall fall!